I firmly believe that, no matter how many years one lives in Huntingdon, one continues to find awesome and curious treasures, in droves. For instance, recent walks around our beloved borough have yielded a faded and water-damaged leprechaun decoration, a secret, huge, totally-rad ancient car garage, and that little hutch by the church that looks like Roy probably gnawed a ragged hole in it.
And no matter how many times I’ve walked past Mary’s Bargains on Penn Street, even though it’s only two blocks from our abode, I have NEVER seen this pretty kitty. Until last week. We two Quinns, sole members of the Sunglasses Society, ran into the most curious cat that ever was (Rum Tum Tugger notwithstanding) last week in the rain and fog of an early Huntingdon spring.
This cat lunged happily against the window once it saw us, opened its huge green eyes, and revved up its purring engines. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a camera so we RAN down the street to the apartment to fetch it, producing these pictures.
Just another astonishing window cat, just another riveting friendship adventure.